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[johnslittlespoon]

okay i'm locking tf in. writing goal for the rest of june is to get chapter one of the leaving!bikeriders au fic out, and maybe chapter six of yad(iym) if i don't get too carried away with the wordcount in both lol

i've got 75% of the first plotted and like 98% of the latter plotted so surely. suuuurely i can make some serious progress this week 🤝 just might be brainrotting a tiny bit less on here comrades sorry!

[thorne93]

Curious Conundrum (Part 11)

Prompt: You’re John Watson’s sister. One day you decide to visit your brother for lunch, only to meet the infamous Mr. Holmes…

Word Count: 2219

Warnings: language, flirtation, sexual innuendos (maybe? idfk), murder/crime/case related stuff, angst, jealousy…

Notes: Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong Not only did she beta, but I literally couldn’t have written half these scenes without her help. She contributed majorly, even wrote some parts of scenes. I am forever in her debt.

Also, this starts AFTER Season 2, episode 1. I don’t follow all the episodes, but it does follow the timeline and hit some major events : )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

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Bouncing into the apartment, you had a gift in hand for your beloved. You were hoping by now with all these small gifts and gestures he would warm up to you, his thick, high walls would come crumbling down. But so far, there had not been much change in Sherlock except the slightest softness that would peek out every so often.

But, you weren’t doing this to get anything in return...necessarily. You were doing this as a kindness and to prove to him that dating isn’t always about getting something out of the other person.

“Good day!” you sang as you walked in and sat the gifts down on Sherlock’s desk.

“What’s this?” he questioned, picking it up.

“It’s a gift. Or was that not clear by the wrapping and bow?” you asked sarcastically before flashing him a cheeky grin. You spun on your heel to go to the kitchen, where your brother was making coffee. You decided to have a cup yourself.

“What’d you get him this time?” he asked as he walked into the living area, watching Sherlock unwrap his present.

“Books,” he remarked. “I mentioned these books a long time ago. How did you--”

You walked back into the living room after making your coffee. “You aren't the only one who remembers nearly everything,” you mused before blowing on your coffee and taking a sip. “You told me you wanted those books. Thought it would be nice if you had them.” You shrugged before sitting down on the couch.

A faint hint of confusion touched his features before he looked up at you. “Uh...Thank you.”

“Any time,” you said with a smile. Your phone rang in your purse so you hopped up to see who it was. It was the other attorney that was helping you on your current case. “Oh, I have to take this,” you said, excusing yourself and answering the phone in Sherlock’s room.

John had sat down in his chair, reading the paper. “It’s a two way street you know,” he quietly noted, his eyes never leaving the paper.

“Baker Street?” Sherlock asked, as if he were confounded.

“Not Baker street you moron. The gifts. The extravagance. My sister has spent a lot of time and money lately doing nice things for you. When was the last time you did something for her?” he asked.

Sherlock sat a moment. “Oh, I paid for our lunch three days ago.”

“Not that. Something nice. Something romantic.”

“Oh for the love of-- She doesn’t want that. We made a deal that we wouldn’t do any of that sentimental rubbish.”

“Did you make a deal or did she just say you didn’t have to do that?” he asked.

“Isn’t it both?”

“No. Women liked to be wined and dined.”

“Not your sister. She’s like me. Logical.”

“Logical or not, she’s gone to great lengths to just put a smile on your face. Can you say you’ve done the same?”

That question actually made him pause and take thought. “No, I suppose I haven't.” He spun to face his flatmate. “But like I said, she isn’t like that. She told me she didn’t want me to change or be a bleeding heart romantic. So here I am, doing exactly as she asked.” He gestured to thin air with his hands.

“A lot of women say one thing and mean another.”

“Not Y/N.”

At this, John had to agree. You weren’t the type to say “Don’t get me anything for my birthday” then get upset if people didn’t do it. You were honest and stuck to your word. Maybe he was wrong in this instance, but he could see how hard you were trying and fighting to make a real relationship with Sherlock.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe she doesn’t want that. But I’d bet you anything, if you took her somewhere special, somewhere really and truly amazing, she would be happier than you could stand.”

“Oh and where do you propose we go? A new restaurant? A new club?” Sherlock mocked.

“No, not a typical date night. Some place you don’t take anyone. Some place special to only you. Maybe if you share part of yourself with her, this relationship wouldn’t be so one-sided.”

Sherlock didn’t have anything else to say, surprisingly, since he was Mr. Punchline. But John’s words resonated within him. If he wanted this to work, if he was going to actually give into his feelings, he couldn’t do it half-assed. He would have to do the things -- at least some of the things -- that couples do.

He knew he needed to do something spectacular. And so the wheels and gears began to turn in that well oiled machine that he called a brain.

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Minding your own business one late afternoon, you were in starting to go over some case work when a knock came to do your door. Curious, but sure who it probably was, you bounced over to the door. Exposing the man on the other side never ceased to stop your breathing. Having him standing there, in that dark long coat, that notorious scarf, his eyes cast down as his dark hair curled on his head -- well it made you downright bewitched.

“H--Hey, Sherlock,” you greeted, stepping aside to let him in. “What brings you by?”

“Grab your coat.”

“What?”

“Have you lost your hearing?” he challenged with a neutral expression.

His comment would’ve probably made anyone slam the door in his face, but not you. “No, but... why do I need my coat?”

“I’m taking you somewhere.”

A frown etched itself on your face. “Right now?”

“Yes right now. Well... I’m trying to, but you’re being difficult.”

“Okay, okay,” you eased as you rushed back in, grabbed your coat and small purse, and started to slide it onto your shoulders and follow him out. You locked the door behind you and Sherlock took off walking. “Where are we going?” you asked, excitement touching your voice.

“You’ll see,” he informed in a low voice as the two of you walked along.

“Oh, mysterious. What prompted all this?”

“I... felt I owed you,” he reluctantly informed.

“Owed me? Owed me for what?”

“The gifts.The attention.The care.”

For a moment, you were confused. What did he mean? “Oh, wait. You mean all of those things I did for you? Sherlock, that was just me being your girlfriend. That’s what people do. They do kind things for each other.”

“Yes, and it was brought to my attention that I’d done nothing in return.”

“Who brought it to your attention?” The two of you crossed a street quickly. “Was it Mrs. Hudson? I bet it was. That woman just loves to meddle.” You laughed to yourself, smiling. “She’s always--”

“No, it wasn’t Mrs. Hudson.”

“Oh. Well...The only other person who would even slightly care would be…” You left it there, letting the fact hang in the air.

“I’ll leave you to that deduction,” he muttered quietly.

“Sherlock, I don’t want you to feel obligated to do these things. That’s the whole point of us dating. I want to prove to you that someone can be good to you without needing anything in return.”

“I know that.”

“So why are you doing it?”

He paused for a moment, glancing down at you. “I want to.”

Your heart felt lighter in that moment. The rest of the walk was silent until you reached a building.

“This way,” he quietly ordered.

But you looked up and you were at the Palace of Westminster.

“What are we doing here? Are you getting me Knighted?” you teased.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed. “We’re going into the clock,” he informed as he slipped inside a door from the outside.

“Into the clock?” you gasped as you continued following him through a long corridor. “How? What--How are we allowed to be there? How do we even get inside?”

“You think I have solved all my crimes without a little of breaking and entering?” Sherlock asked as he looked back with a smirk.

“I am a criminal attorney! You can’t say that to me!”

“Oh calm down. Are you really going to tell anyone about this?” he inquired as the two of you reached a staircase.

You chewed your lip, unsure of your answer.

Finally, after climbing several stairs, you were at the top, with the backside of the clock facing you.

“I--I---Are we going to get in trouble?”

“Not likely,” he informed. “My brother can take care of anything if we do. This is by far the least of the worst crime I’ve ever committed.”

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” you noted with narrowed eyes, but both of you knew you were teasing. “So your brother...You don’t mention him much... Is he older than you?”

“Why the sudden interest in my family tree?”

You shrugged. “It’s what people do when they’re dating. They talk about their life, their family. You know all about John, Harriet, me... our family. I know so little about yours.”

“I see. Well yes, he is older than me.”

“And? What does he do?”

“He’s the British Government.”

You slightly laughed. “He can’t be all of the government. He must have some specific job.”

Sherlock simply peered down at you out of the corner of his eye, a silent answer to your statement. It made you swallow, suddenly a little nervous.

“And your parents?”

“Mum was a Mathematician,” he informed.

“Oh how wonderful. She must be where you get your intelligence. Is your father just as bright?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Oh, but he must be kind then.”

“Too kind.”

“Have I said something wrong?” you asked, worried that he didn’t like talking about his family.

“What? Why do you ask?” he questioned, staring straight ahead, his eyes looking to some far off place.

“I can’t help but notice you’re not exactly going on in detail about your family when usually we can’t get you to shut up. So I didn’t know if your family is a sore subject or--”

“No, my family is of no consequence. I…” He paused, seeming to gather thoughts as he pursed his lips. “I’m not used to this, Y/N. I don’t tell people the intimate details of my life. It's typically dangerous for me to do so in my work and I don’t see a point for people to know it. John has the misfortune of meeting Mycroft on several occasions. So forgive me, but this is entirely foreign to me, the idea of ‘opening up’.”

You nodded, putting your hand on his where it was resting on a safety railing. “That’s okay,” you assured. “Like I said, your pace. I just want to get to know you. If you aren’t ready to do that, then that’s okay.”

“Thank you.”

“So... why here?”

“It’s the only place I’ve never taken anyone or been with anyone,” he informed. “I hoped that you would find some peace here as I do. No one can see me here, no one can bother me here, no one can interfere with my thoughts or work here. And typically no one can find me here. Which I would like it to stay that way.”

“Of course. I’d never come here without you or tell anyone.”

“Thank you.”

Suddenly you remembered a funny memory about this clock tower, so you smiled and gave a half snort of a laugh.

“What is it?” Sherlock inquired.

You shook your head as you leaned on the safety rail with your forearms. “Oh, it’s just...when I was little, the five of us had adopted a dog. Our first pet. Oh, John and I begged and begged for one. Our parents drove across the city to a shelter that had so many dogs... anyway, we picked this amazing dog. He was two years old, fluffy.”

Another fond smile touched your face.

“He sat in the car on the way back, and I remember passing by the tower, and then looking down at him. I had so much love in my heart for that dog. He was so precious and sweet and playful. I think he knew we rescued him from life in the shelter…”

“Anyway,” you continued, taking a deep breath, “I had so much love for him, and I just wanted to protect him so badly, that it was then that I vowed I would do something that helped protect people.”

You turned to face Sherlock, ready for some sort of “sentiment” eye-roll, or scoff. Maybe even a small remark. But instead, his eyes were fixated on you, marveling you as if you were a goddess.

“What? What is it--?”

Before you could question him further though, he grabbed you and pulled you into a kiss. His large hand on the back of your head, the other snaking around your waist as he pulled you close to him, his mouth on yours.

Sparks ignited within you. While Sherlock wasn’t the best kiss you’d ever encountered (probably due to inexperience), he was the most passionate. Something seemed to flow between you two, like electricity.

When he let you go, you were breathless, gasping... and wanting more. The two of you grabbed at each other again, craving the same sensation one more time.

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[rofics]

Hidden Omega (Part 36)

Fandom: Bts (Got7 + Big Bang + B.A.P + Monsta X + Seventeen + Block B+Vixx+TVXQ+Exo) Who doesn’t love a good ensemb Pairing:  Namjoon x Everybody Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst Au: Canon / Omegaverse au Length: 3.4k Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35

Summary:

Jaebum and Namjoon have a heart to heart and Jackson goes into rut!

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. Jackson was very much a puppy who needed attention from all of them, but they all just went with it. Even Namjoon just bared his neck for Jackson to lightly scent him. It wasn’t the same sexual scenting that Youngjae and he had done, instead it was much more of Jackson just wanting his scent on… everybody!

Mark assured him that it was normal, that alphas when they got sick always wanted to mark people, it was in their biology. Since they would be too weak to actually defend anybody, they needed something to prove that they still belonged. Even Jaebum bared his scent gland for Jackson to rub his herbal scent over. Something that made Jackson almost purr as he settled into half cuddling on Jaebum’s lap napping while the pack alpha used his phone behind his pack. Apparently Jaebum weren’t completely forgiven for not letting Jackson be a koala if the light bite over Jaebum’s own pack bite which made him yelp out was anything to show. But Jaebum just lightly smacked the other alpha over the head.

Namjoon had to admit, sick Jackson was just kinda adorable. He was like a cat that needed attention on him, and as soon as somebody left the room his eyes were focused on the door the left, only calming down and relaxing when they returned. His attention seemed even more focused on Namjoon as the second Namjoon went to go to the toilet, Jackson almost followed him before he was half tackled by Yugyeom and BamBam. “Time to nap old man.”

While Jackson’s eyes were still focused on Namjoon nobody said no to the maknae line. They were adorable. At dinner Namjoon even managed to eat something, mostly to satisfy Jinyoung who was watching over him like a hawk.

This time with Got7 had actually started to feel normal, like a routine. It didn’t feel like he was a guest anymore which was a nice feeling. It was nice feeling like you belonged somewhere, it was nice sitting in the living room writing on his laptop and fixing schedules with Mark playing with his hair while watching TV. This was what it used to be in BTS before Jimin presented and they became a pack. Back when everything was so easy, and they could easily be BTS and friends without all of this.

“Purple and roots aren’t as hot as your blond and roots were. Still pretty cute though.” Mark commented while attempting what felt like little braids in his hair for that.

Namjoon smiled easily. “So I’m hot when it’s blond and cute when it’s purple? Who knew all I had to do was change hair color for you to view me differently.”

“Ignore him, he is just sad the only two haircolors he can pull off is red and blond.”

Mark let out an insulted almost bird like squawk. “Are you saying you don’t like my hair now?”

BamBam raised an eyebrow from his position flopped over Yugyeom watching tv. “It’s just a lighter version of your normal hair color.”

Namjoon kinda zoned out from the rest of the argument, but he couldn’t explain how good it felt to just sit in the middle of all of it. Feeling that he could be part of this if he wanted to instead of feeling he didn’t have a choice. He felt like himself again, a self he had only really been allowed to be at fan meetings and stuff like that, where his group had to accept him if they wanted to or not.

When they went to get ready for sleep Jaebum pulled him aside to the kitchen. Namjoon could feel his old insecurities come up. The fear that he wasn’t good enough that he would be told to leave. He knew Jaebum wouldn’t do that to him and he thought he was loose for those demons, but it seemed that they had more control over him than he thought.

“Tea?” Jaebum asked with a smile while he was preparing a cup for himself.

Namjoon just nodded slowly still not sure what this is about. “Did I do something wrong?”

The group leader just looked at him in surprise. “No of course not. Oh is that why you think I called you here? I just noticed that it had been awhile since we had talked just the two of us, since before the hospital.”

Jaebum was right in that Namjoon noticed. The only time he had been alone with him had been that morning, the pack alpha had been very understanding of his still hesitance towards alphas. While he hadn’t pulled himself away from the younger he had still had a respectful distance from him.

Namjoon felt like he had to tell the truth. “This was what Yoongi did when he had bad news. He would pull me aside so not to upset me and tell me it. I understand why he did it, but it seems to still be stuck in my head.”

Jaebum wanted to argue that what Yoongi had done hadn’t been okay. He wanted Namjoon to stop defending the other alpha, but that conversation would have to wait. “I’m sorry for that, I just wanted to chat with you. Is it okay if I touch you?”

The new omega hesitated for a second before nodding biting his lip. As long as he knew it was coming and he could prepare for it it was okay. He could still feel his body fighting against an alpha being there but he could logic with it and make it all okay. Jaebum abandoned his tea making to wrap Namjoon up in a hug. Namjoon was proud of himself when he didn’t even flinch when Jaebum leaned his head on the side where Namjoon’s scent gland was.

“You know what the best thing about you presenting an omega is? It has nothing to do with you actually being an omega. It is the fact that you finally seem to be okay in your own skin. You used to always apologise for even being in a room. I think your scent annoyed nobody as much as it annoyed yourself,” Jaebum placed a kiss right under his ear, “that is the best change. That you are actually happy with yourself now. I know there are still some issues to work on, and everything isn’t all sunshine and puppies yet, but the fact that you are letting me do this without feeling the need to tell me you are sorry… that is the best change that could ever happen.”

Namjoon had never really thought about it before, but yeah Jaebum had a point. He was no longer scared of leaving his scent on anybody or anything, he never felt like pushing people away when they accidentally touched him. He could accept Got7’s hugs and touches without problems now. When any of them hugged him he could pull them closer and enjoy it instead of being worried if he left his horrible scent on them. It was more freeing than he could ever explain. He also couldn’t explain just how good it felt for people to finally touch him again.

Doctor Choi had told him that he was touch starved, and it was very normal for him to be craving to be touched a lot. He had basically been ignoring it for 4 years, and even though he hadn’t presented he was still an omega with omega needs that hadn’t been filled.

Namjoon tightened the hug and leaned his head on Jaebum’s shoulder. “Yeah.. I feel better over all, thank you for understanding how hard this is for me.”

Jaebum tried to break the hug, but when he sensed how strongly Namjoon was still holding on to him he just relaxed into the hug kissing the taller on his cheek. “You are important to me… to us,”

“You guys have always been willing to help me without getting anything in return and I never understood why.” Namjoon mumbled, he was a little sleepy.

“Do you really think we got nothing in return? You were the one who finally made BamBam talk about what was wrong when we couldn’t make him talk. It is you Mark goes to when he is homesick. You are many things to us Namjoon. You aren’t just another idol we help, you are a close friend to us even if you don’t pick us we are always going to be close friends. Even though I will kick your new packs ass if they don’t treat you right.”

That made Namjoon giggle. “You are a fucking softie and you know it. You might look like you are a big scary alpha sometimes, but we all know you aren't.”

“I could be!”

“Bounce.”

Jaebum looked actually insulted. “You have spent too much time with Bammie and Jackson, time to go to bed! I can’t believe you would insult me like that.”

Namjoon just nodded, his eyes and body feeling heavy after the day of dancing. “Sleep now.” He rubbed his eyes a little trying to stay away even if he knew it was a fight that he would lose.

Cooing lightly over how cute the omega looked Jaebum lightly dragged him along to the nest leaving the now cooling cup of half made tea behind. He dragged Namjoon over to Jinyoung where the older beta was quick in gathering up the half sleeping omega until he was lying between them. Easily manipulated in his sleep heavy state, when Jaebum closed his eyes spooned up behind Namjoon with his hand on Jinyoung’s hip his last thought before he fell asleep was ‘this is all going to be just fine.’

The morning when Namjoon woke up was… chaos. It was the first time he woke up completely alone, but the bed around him was still hot clearly showing that it hadn’t been that long since the rest of them had left. The first thing that caught his attention as he sat up rubbing his eyes was this smell close to him. It smelled amazing! He crawled around in the nest to find it until he finally found the pillow it was on. Namjoon couldn’t explain just how good it smelled as he kinda curled in on himself and buried his head in it.

It smelled like Jackson, but it also had something weird as an undertone. Weird as in the best fucking thing Namjoon had ever smelled. He couldn’t explain what it was. He took deep breaths trying to get more of the scent in, what was it even? And how had it been hidden from him?! This should be bottled, god he felt so happy and… safe? It was hard to explain, all he knew was that this pillow was now his and he would fight anybody who tried to take it from him.

He didn’t even notice that the loud voices had stopped from the other end of the dorm as the door to the nest were opened. “Joonie?” It was Mark’s voice as he checked if the younger omega was awake.

He had expected to find Namjoon sleeping, not curled around what looked to be Jackson’s pillow… oh… OH! Of course Jackson’s scent was still in the main nest. They had all woken up in such a flurry of prep that they hadn’t even thought about it! Namjoon had never smelled rut before, while Mark did think it was kinda adorable watching Namjoon clearly enjoying his first nose full of rut scent. But he also knew that it couldn’t be fresh anymore he hesitantly asked again. “Joonie?” since he got no reaction from the first.

Namjoon looked up from the pillow that he had decided that he would marry. Only looking up with his eyes still having nose and mouth buried in it, he was probably drooling a little on it but the pillow would accept him for who he was even with his flaws. “What?”

Mark did struggle a little hearing what Namjoon was mumbling into the pillow, but he understood the meaning. “Aww, you like the smell.”

Namjoon just nodded, it wasn’t like being scent drunk he still had control of his body and mind and he still knew what he was doing. When he had been scent drunk, he wasn’t that sure if Youngjae had done something he didn’t want, if he would have been able to stop him.

“As much as it pains me to pull you away from your first real scent of rut, we need to talk about something.” Namjoon coocked his head to the side in question. “Jackson isn’t sick, he is in rut.”

That made Namjoon actually let go of the pillow and look up at Mark in surprise. “He can’t be, his rut is in the first of a month.”

Mark just shrugged. “Well he is very definitely in rut, we think it’s because you are here and while the rest of us can smell ourselves on you and feel like that way you are part of us, Jackson can’t. And this seem to be the way that his body reacts to it.”

“What do we do? Is Jackson going to be okay?” Namjoon had let go of the pillow completely now, much more focused on making sure that the older alpha was actually okay.

Mark hesitated a little. “That is why I am here. Jackson is going to be fine no matter what, don’t worry about that. What I wanted to know is what you want to do.”

Namjoon himself hesitated. What did he want to do? Months no… weeks ago he would have run and hid, felt like he had nothing to do near somebodies rut, but now… He wanted to join, he… he wanted to help. He knew that Mark had helped with ruts even when they were courting him, he knew that it was a normal thing. He took a deep breath and looked at Mark. “I want to stay, and help… if you guys will let me.”

That made Mark smile, that was what he expected. “Good, now you need to help me convince everybody else that it is the right choice.”

“I would never hurt Jackson!”

Mark just winked at him. “For that I am sure, just… follow my lead, trust me.”

Namjoon was hesitant, but Mark had never given him a reason to not trust him. So he did what he was told and he took Mark’s hand and let the older omega lead him to were the most of the loud noises were coming from the kitchen. That seemed to be where people argued over things.

The first thing Namjoon noticed was that Jackson wasn’t there, which Namjoon was both sad and happy about. Sad because he really wanted to see Jackson. Happy because arguing and yelling could not be good for him when he was in rut. Everything stopped when Namjoon came into the kitchen, and Jinyoung run a hard through his hair with a big sigh. “Oh I was worried that Mark had ate you at this point. He caught you up to what is going on? Like we are so sorry, we had no idea that it was going to happen. We thought everybody was far away from ruts, heats and whatever else shit Youngjae goes through.”

Namjoon bit his lower lip and nodded. “Don’t apologize it’s biology. It isn’t like he sat down and thought ‘I’m gonna go into rut now’”

That made Yugyeom laugh a little from his spot sitting on the floor eating cereal. He clearly thought that this argument was stupid. “See I wouldn’t put that past him now let’s be honest.”

Jinyoung looked stressed as he ran his hand through his bird nest of hair. But Mark didn’t let him speak up, instead interrupting him. “Namjoon wants to stay and take part.”

That made both Jaebum and Jinyoung stiffen awkwardly in their postures. They both look at Namjoon like they weren’t sure what to say. Instead Jaebum turned towards Mark. “You suggest we let Jackson wild on him. He is not ready for that!”

Mark puffed out his cheeks. “First of all, he is an adult and he can decide what he wants. I know your overactive caveman alpha brain doesn’t see that right now. Secondly, no I’m not! Since when is anybody ever alone with anybody during ruts or heats? You guys are all the human version of teddybears that can’t be left alone. One of us will always be there, and let’s be honest it’s better that he stays with us and Jackson. This is triggered because he is here. Don’t you think that it is better for him and Jackson that he stays here and joins, and if it makes your caveman brain feel better than he will only stay here when it you or Jinyoung here.”

Jaebum sighed at that, he knew he was taking it too far again. “I’m sorry Mark.” He knew the older omega was right, but he just wanted to protect Namjoon even if he didn’t need it.

Then it was Namjoon’s time to actually speak up. “If it goes too far and I’m not okay I can say no. I know that I haven’t done the best with it. But give me a chance to prove it, I know this is a sexual thing and you have a hard time seeing me with this, but it isn’t like I’m untouched and… I would feel better if I were there, this is might fault as well. I just want to make sure Jackson is okay as much as you want to.”

Jaebum still look hesitant until Jinyoung lightly touched his shoulder. “He is right and you know it, I will take care of him and make sure he is all ready. You go to your meeting. I promise you the dorm will still stand when you are back.”

Oh so there were the real issue. “Okay… Just call me if there is any issues we can all comeback!”

Jinyoung laughed a soft laughter. “I can handle it, now go! The quicker you go the faster you come back.”

Jaebum sighed, it seemed that it was a thing sighing was thing, and he called out for Youngjae and Yugyeom who quickly gathered their things. Namjoon knew that while companies made sure not everybody were busy doing a heat or rut they couldn’t deal with everybody taking days off. So the fact that they had places to be wasn’t to hard to believe.

He had kinda zoned out until he felt Jinyoung grab his cheeks. “I need you to understand that you can say stop anytime. No matter how far Jackson is gone in his rut he will and so will the rest of us. We want you to enjoy this time, also I am not letting anybody fuck you, other things maybe, but not that. Not while the rut can go to your head, do you understand that?”

Jinyoung’s tone left no room for argument so Namjoon just nodded agreeing with him. After all he did found it acceptable, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it yet. “Is BamBam with him now?” The youngest omega was the only person missing, and Namjoon was damn sure that they hadn’t left him alone.

Ruts were different from heats, while heats could be taken care of by just one person or even by yourself as Mark had proven. Ruts need people, and they first start after an alpha has joined a pack. While yes they were sexual they weren’t about reproduction like heats were. Namjoon knew from biology that some alphas didn’t even knot during a heat, it was about having their pack around them.

Namjoon always found them to be a stupid idea. He still to this day thought they were stupid, but stupid things that smelled good. “Yes Bammie is…”

“Whore,” it came helpfully from Mark who was gathering water bottles, “pack bicycle, thirsty ass bitch, knot slut, any combination of those words.”

Jinyoung looked like he wanted to give up on the world. “You can't… I… Whatever “

“Hey he calls himself that, but should we go and save Jackson from him or just...?”

Namjoon looked confused now. “Wouldn’t it be the other way around? Saving BamBam from Jackson.”

“I keep forgetting you have never slept with BamBam. If you are under the impression that anybody has control over BamBam sexually you are going to be disappointed. Even if you tie him up and gag him… he is still in control,” Mark laughed, “now come on slowpokes.”

With what looked like tons of water bottles and protein bars he wandered towards the second nest leaving Jinyoung and Namjoon to kinda waddle after him. The sight that greeted Namjoon the second he looked into the nest could not be described any other way than amazing. BamBam and Jackson were completely naked both standing on the knees with Jackson arm holding BamBam to his chest, and because Namjoon had amazing timing the second he entered the door a high moan was heard as BamBam came over himself and the bedsheets. Holy fuck.  

Authors note:

Get ready for a special chapter Saturday! That none of you saw coming!

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